We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"You never figure out, until it’s too late...Yet I tried. For 10 years, in fact... I took a rocket ship billions of light years away from who God made me to be. No wonder my existence felt alien."
"When I deal with unwanted anxiety, it’s not so much a matter of praying for God to come near and help me. He hears my prayer. It’s not that He’s ignoring me. When anxiety continues, or when it comes back again, and you battle it time after time, a common misconception would be, God isn’t hearing me."
“My husband and I have agreed that when I’m done having babies, I can at least get a lift, if not a full-blown boob job,” Miranda announced casually in the middle of our breastfeeding conversation.
"I haven't heard anything just getting this frightening call, getting all my stuff together and just thinking what is going on, what's going to be the outcome, and I immediately heard the Holy Spirit say..."
"Harried, hurried, and weighted down. Struggling, striving, yet slammed flat anyway. Carrying far more than I was able, and feeling like I was a falling step behind. Always. But I knew one thing to be true. That feeling wasn’t what God had for me."
